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Let us chant, my brothers,
this dirge together,
for God severed our hands
by this disaster.
“You come from Poland, Monsieur David . . . ?”
“Davidovich.”
Lévy, his host, looking with desperation at the traveling salesman, supplied the name. Still sweating from fear, Lévy was now sweating for…